On a bed of giant stones,
Green pioneer is settling its foundation….
A root-like thread that’s prone
To deform hard surface to cushion.
Expanding considerably fair,
While breathing the air,
Unfolding a bed of soft mat,
Comfort to sleep for a cat.
Some fairies are lingering around,
Seeing if the fresh bed is ready,
And, landing abruptly — laughing outloud,
Hugging their own torso, a giggling spree.
Picture borrowed from https://narble.wordpress.com/2015/03/20/haiku-moss/comment-page-1/#comment-699
On the bed more and more greeneries grow ahead,
On the sofness deformed under the root-like thread.
The green pioneer is chewing the stones,
Without giving pain to those soil bones.
Behold!
While sitting on the green mat —
Soft, wet and fragrant.
Thank you, Universe….
For teaching me about the happy pioneer.
Moss….
Temasek – October 14, 2015 – 1:00am
Beautiful in word and image. I enjoyed reading your lovely poem.
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Thank you, Francina…. I do yours, too.
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Lovely poem. And thanks for the link.
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You are welcome, Jim. Your haiku are all lovely, too.
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